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No Sides
The wrong side
of what is not entirely clear
to me,
but wrong it is said,
of this or that,
from left to right,
in our typical binary fashion,
a perfected duality,
raising the prospect of
who’s in, who’s out?
as if one bloodline is corrupted,
or wombs are so ideologically different,
or blue eyes are ascendant,
and wealth is of colour!
Well, there is no geography,
only doctrinaire fantasy,
a blindness to the heart,
a denial of love.
Of squatters there should be not,
and those who rejoice that there are,
know squat of human connection.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
hear hear, well said!
Looks like a Rajasthan camp … seen too many of those!
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Yes, I think it does look very much that way. This is the way, but it should not be.
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I was incredibly blessed to be able to help one smart cookie out as I departed India .. we couldn’t speak to each other but he got the drift and made a packet!
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So you spoke in another language really, nice one.
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You’ve hit that one, Paul.
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Thank you Tracy, appreciate that very much.
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Well said – great poem
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Many thanks
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This poem speaks volumes. Well done!
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Thank you so much Sgeoil
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My pleasure.
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